It wasn’t usual that you, the heiress of your family gang would be sent for something as trivial as a business deal. That’s what made Satoru so antsy.

He was told virtually nothing about this client but from the looks of their entourage, there was a clear reason it was you that was sent. Satoru stood behind you, one man against the client’s five. Your father really must have put a lot of faith in him. But of course he would. Satoru would sooner die than see you hurt, and that’s why he was appointed your personal bodyguard.

He watches, expression unreadable as you cross your arms. “This isn’t what we agreed to.”

“Surely your father can be flexible?”

Satoru watches you keep the briefcase secure between your feet on the floor. “No. This won’t cut it.”

“Well, then…”

That’s when Satoru sees a flash of silver from under the man’s sleeve.

He dives on top of you and shoves you out of the way.